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I'm Worthless
I figured it out (although I had some help, I'll admit it), I believe I'm worthless. Looking at it I think I've believed that for years, at least the last 16 which is as far back as my memory works with any reliability. And since actions are driven by belief, no wonder I do the things I do.
This explains so much. I believe I'm worthless, so I refuse help, force friends away, fail at relationships, lose jobs, hate myself, and the list just goes on. It makes so much sense, I'm almost giddy. No wonder I'm always trying to help people, I'm trying to prove my worth by being able to help others. And yet I find it a mystery that people don't hate me, because I believe I am worthless, and why would anyone care about someone that is worthless.
I don't know how I could have missed that I believed this for so long (baring of course the obvious, that I am indeed worthless), it's like I can actually see for the first time. I feel like I might have actually gone sane from the revelation. Not to say any of the things I did are good or should be excused, but I think I've figured out why I did(do) what I did(do). Now I have to decide if I accept this belief as fact or find some way to disprove it and move beyond.
In the mean time, I think I should hide my keyboard so I stop writing such nonsense. Three articles in one night, all on essentially the same topic, must write less
I figured it out (although I had some help, I'll admit it), I believe I'm worthless. Looking at it I think I've believed that for years, at least the last 16 which is as far back as my memory works with any reliability. And since actions are driven by belief, no wonder I do the things I do.
This explains so much. I believe I'm worthless, so I refuse help, force friends away, fail at relationships, lose jobs, hate myself, and the list just goes on. It makes so much sense, I'm almost giddy. No wonder I'm always trying to help people, I'm trying to prove my worth by being able to help others. And yet I find it a mystery that people don't hate me, because I believe I am worthless, and why would anyone care about someone that is worthless.
I don't know how I could have missed that I believed this for so long (baring of course the obvious, that I am indeed worthless), it's like I can actually see for the first time. I feel like I might have actually gone sane from the revelation. Not to say any of the things I did are good or should be excused, but I think I've figured out why I did(do) what I did(do). Now I have to decide if I accept this belief as fact or find some way to disprove it and move beyond.
In the mean time, I think I should hide my keyboard so I stop writing such nonsense. Three articles in one night, all on essentially the same topic, must write less

